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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I’d had a boring and long day at work. My boss is a bitch who really needs a big cock up her arse to chill her out. I left the office and headed to the train station. My feet were aching from my new stilettos. As I was walking to the station I passed a wine bar. I decided to head inside for a quick wine before my train arrived. I had nothing to rush home to. Husband was working away at the time. The bartender came over and took my order. I noticed an older guy sat further along the bar. Smartly dressed I thought I felt him watching me. I caught his eyes and knew I’d sensed correctly. Still I thought nothing of it and got back to my drink. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My first Chardonnay went down a little too quickly and I realised just what a shitty long week it has been. The bartender seeing my empty glass asked if I’d like anything else. I really should have gone and set off for my train that was due in 10 minutes but I decided instead to stay for another. There would be another train in half an hour. I ordered another wine and decided to nip to the ladies. I was wearing some new lacy french knickers and they were feeling a little snug around my Pussy. I’d picked up a size smaller by accident and the result was my Pussy lips bulging prominently through the lace. Better to slip them off on the ladies and get back to my drink. As I walked back to the bar the older mysterious chap caught my eye and gave me a sly smile and nod of his head. I found myself feeling a little bashful so said a quick hello and scurried back to my seat. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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No sooner had I sat down than the chap had decided to wander over and take a seat next to me. “You look like youve had a long day. What are you drinking?” I explained that I wasn’t staying as I had a train to catch. “You must have something more exciting waiting for you at home then” he replied. I hadn’t. My husbands new job meant he was away more and more. I didn’t even have a cat to feed. Just some leftover Chinese from the night before. Still, Ryan my husband would raise his eyebrows if he knew I was out drinking by myself or getting chatted up by a stranger! The wine was helping me feel more relaxed. It was a rainy evening and I didn’t fancy leaving the coziness I’d the bar. “I’ll take a pinot Grigio” |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Before I knew it was 11pm and I’d missed my train. Fuck. It was going to be a nightmare getting a taxi back on Friday evening from town back to where I live in the sticks.
I had been chatting to this “mystery man” for almost 2 hours and we still don’t know each other’s names. He said he was here on business. I asked him what line of business he was in and he simply slid me a card. It was blue velvet and had a weird symbol on it. “What is this?” I laughed. “If you ever want to find out then meet me here next Friday”. Again I laughed, this time quite giddily as I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. “Well I don’t know about that but it was nice to meet you. Thank you for the drink”. As I put my coat on and tuned to leave he gently grabbed my arm. “Come next Friday”. I left the bar and headed for the taxi rank in the rain. I felt a little flustered by his comment and vibe. As I thought about him when I was stood in the rain I felt a warm feeling rush to my friend down below. I tried to shrug the feeling off but the truth was this man intrigued me..... and made my senses tingle. “Pull yourself together” I scolded myself as another taxi drove by. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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That following week I couldn’t get the encounter with that man off my mind. Something about him intrigued me. Maybe it was the wine, maybe I was starting to feel a bit lonely, but as much as I tried to focus he kept appearing in my mind. Since I’d married Ryan 8 years ago I’d never even entertained the idea of another man. Our sex life was comfortable. A couple of times a week if I was lucky with the long hours he worked and pretty vanilla. But I was happy. We were well suited as a couple and had been together since we were 19. And after all, sex never stays exciting after years of being together... right?
I decided to go back to the bar. |
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